Legend of Dragon Son-in-law-Chapter 1386: Poisoning

Swimming City.

An old-town coffee shop.

The place is fairly upscale and almost full.

There is nothing different from the outside world.

The people who come here have quite a bit of free time.

Adrian, covered in blood, yet nobody pays him any attention.

In Swimming City, almost everyone carries a box of hidden weapons at their waist.

There are no good people who come here.

The city of sin isn’t named so without reason.

The two find a seat towards the back and order two cups of coffee.

"I know a bit about the Ten Thousand Mountain Alliance," Julius Reed says behind a veil, casually passing a bottle of medicine to Adrian: "I’ve heard that the Grandmaster isn’t dead. How come there’s a new Grandmaster already? Are those people not afraid of the Grandmaster returning and chopping off their heads?"

"Alas!" Adrian takes the bottle, enduring the searing pain as he sprinkles some of the medicine on his wound: "The Grandmaster might not be able to return. Those daring to usurp the position must be utterly confident! It’s infuriating, which one of them wasn’t promoted by the Grandmaster back in the day?"

"Why are you so sure that the Grandmaster cannot return? Honestly, I don’t believe that so many within the Ten Thousand Mountain Alliance would betray the Grandmaster." Julius Reed leans back in his chair, somewhat curious: "For example, you, you’re loyal."

What a coincidence to run into Adrian here.

Julius Reed just so happens to want to understand the current state of the Ten Thousand Mountain Alliance, including the reasons behind Cold Nelson’s coup.

"Many have, but some died, some fled. Most of the major factions have already been swayed. We, from the smaller factions, either submit and join the rebellion, or get completely eradicated!" Adrian slams his fist on the table, swearing in agony: "Those damned bastards! They killed my entire family, slaughtered my faction! Even my three-year-old child was tied up under the scorching sun and left to die of heatstroke!"

As he speaks, his teeth clench with a gnashing sound, and his fist presses down hard onto the table!

Such deeply ingrained hatred!

"Tiger Mountain Alliance is a thousand miles away, why did you come to Swimming City? And why did those people keep chasing you here?" Julius Reed pats Adrian’s hand as a form of comfort.

The Ten Thousand Mountain Alliance has become a killing machine, destroying factions at will.

"They say Swimming City is the city of sin, and anyone who comes here can seek refuge." Adrian spits on the floor of the coffee shop in anger: "Before I came to Swimming City, I had killed all those chasing me, but who would have thought, someone from the Ten Thousand Mountain Alliance in Swimming City would recognize me!"

"I had nowhere to flee and was fortunate to receive your aid!" He clasps his hands in gratitude, respectfully saying: "Once I’ve avenged my grievances, I am willing to be at your service!"

The Tiger Mountain Alliance, located in the west, has a rugged culture but is also earnest.

Adrian didn’t overthink it nor did he question why the other person saved him,

If saved, then he is a benefactor.

"The Ten Thousand Mountain Alliance? What are they doing in Swimming City?" Julius Reed is somewhat surprised; shouldn’t the people of the Ten Thousand Mountain Alliance be in Demarco Mount?

Moreover, the Ten Thousand Mountain Alliance has already sent letters, so why come to Swimming City in person?

"As a citizen of Swimming City, you don’t know?" Adrian is surprised as he says: "It’s been widely rumored that the Divine Dragon Tripod has appeared in Swimming City. Now not just the Ten Thousand Mountain Alliance but all forces are hurrying over here! I’m just unlucky to have bumped into people from the Ten Thousand Mountain Alliance!"

The Divine Dragon Tripod?

Instinct tells Julius Reed something is wrong with this.

The Bead Pulse seizing the Divine Dragon Tripod, how could they possibly let the news slip out.

Could it be...

The North Sea?

He decides to ask Gabriel Abernathy later if the North Sea, after losing the Divine Dragon Tripod, let this information slip out.

"Oh, right." Julius Reed glances out the window, noticing a group of people sneaking towards their location.

"I heard the new Grandmaster is Cold Nelson?" he asks: "This choice is truly unexpected. With so many strong figures within the Ten Thousand Mountain Alliance, does everyone really have no objections?"

Cold Nelson!

Julius Reed has a hard time believing this person would betray him.

After regaining his memory, Julius Reed didn’t contact many people, one of whom was Cold Nelson.

But ever since Cold Nelson took the Wolf Cavalry back to Demarco Mount and had a conflict with Eliezer Pine, he lost contact.

When he heard again, his own guard had unexpectedly taken the seat he once held.

"I’m not sure, but the day before the meeting, the Ten Thousand Mountain Alliance’s Inspection Delegation arranged for someone to inform us, demanding that we cast favorable votes at the general assembly the next day. Cold Nelson himself didn’t seem happy. Those who didn’t vote were either killed or captured."

Adrian suddenly slapped his forehead as if he had just remembered something: "Right, the Ten Thousand Mountain Alliance is recently mobilizing troops, preparing to punish Mont!"

"Mont?" Julius Reed propped up his chin and couldn’t help but narrow his eyes.

Mont!

Grace River’s hometown!

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"The warhorses needed for the Wolf Cavalry, all come from Mont. Moreover, Mont has always been loyal to the Ten Thousand Mountain Alliance. Why would the new Divine Leader, upon ascending to power, not think of uniting and rallying support but instead make enemies everywhere? Is he not afraid that he won’t be able to sit securely in his position?"

Julius Reed thought a lot, but some things always need to be seen to be believed.

"Upon taking office, the new Divine Leader naturally seeks to unite other forces. We small tribes, they can massacre at will. But what about those major tribes! As one of the largest alliances, Mont was initially a key target for wooing."

Adrian laughed heartily as if quite pleased: "But look at the outcome, on the day Cold Nelson held the ceremony, Mont directly sent a challenge! They demanded that Cold Nelson step down immediately, or Mont would march to Demarco Mount and launch a bloody purge of the headquarters!"

"Mont issuing a challenge?" Julius Reed seemed certain that Grace River had not betrayed him.

Even if Grace River was highly likely to be related to the imperial lineage,

As the Mont family, Grace River’s family would not make a mere show of allegiance at such a time.

If war really broke out, even if Mont was powerful, the chances of defeating the Ten Thousand Mountain Alliance would be slim.

Julius Reed didn’t believe they would risk this for a show.

"Sir, your coffee." As the two were chatting leisurely, a waiter came over with two cups of coffee.

"Thank you!"

Having been on the run, Adrian was extremely thirsty already.

He picked up the coffee, ready to gulp it down.

But Julius Reed noticed that there was something off about the waiter’s gaze.

After delivering the items, the waiter didn’t leave, and instead kept his eyes fixed on Adrian.

Even when Adrian picked up the cup, the waiter’s face sported a chilling smirk.

"Hold on!" Julius Reed stretched out his hand and grabbed Adrian’s wrist!

If he had been half a second slower, the other man would have already drunk the coffee.

"What happened?" Adrian asked, somewhat bewildered: "I’m a bit thirsty, people from the Tiger Mountain Alliance are always brash, don’t take offense."

He actually thought that his own rude behavior had displeased his benefactor.

"That’s not it." Julius Reed took his own cup of coffee and gently smelled it.

As expected, poisoned!

Looking at the waiter again, Julius Reed noticed that he was full of mistakes.

The buttons on his shirt were mismatched by one.

He even wore a ring on his hand.

As for the pants, they were obviously ill-fitting, too short by a length.

In Swimming City, such waiters simply could not exist.

Even in the old city district!

"What’s wrong?" Annoyance flashed across the waiter’s face, but he immediately switched to a smile: "Is there something wrong?"